Fiction

Strange Story

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Note: This is a fictional story. Part 1 is based on my real experience

In my rebellious youth, I wilfully plunged into all manner of self-indulgence, to gain frequent ecstatic enjoyment, until the self-indulgence, slowly gained control over me the more I indulged

Although I enjoyed each of the pleasures within my indulgences, the length of time each lasted became shorter and more exhausting to maintain

 All too soon I became a miserable slave without a will of my own being, for now, I was misguided  into increasing darkness to perform whatever my dominating indulgence led me into

While glimpses of pleasure flickered before me, I was unable to reach or hold onto them for long

Part 2 Is totally fictional

Day after day, month after month, year after year I continued helpless and growing weaker as time flew past until one day death overtook my weakened body

With my dying breath, I sighed in relief that my torment was soon to be over

My hope was abruptly shattered when I found myself in Hell!

The darkness was so dense it was petrifying to move even one single step, although I could hear others groaning who seemed to be close though none were visible

Only my thoughts and images filled my mind taunting me with past pleasures, though there was nothing left of me, just an empty shell unable to indulge,

Suddenly a great wave of sorrow and despondency flooded over me and exertion, I desired rest but there was none to be found

I became aware of flames surrounding me although I could not see them but knew them as well as the flames of desire from my self-indulgence days

As the heat from the flames increased, burning into my flesh I felt myself helplessly plunge further downwards knowing there was no escape

With a sudden jolt, I awoke from this nightmare, knowing this was a warning from God to repent

I fell to my knees and pleaded for forgiveness and thanked God for the warning dream

From that day forward I will praise Him with every fibre of my being for His Love His Grace and His patience

Scrooge Tells His Story

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I Ebenezer Scrooge the wretched man of this story and the events that change my life so completely, I freely praise that day and I shall be grateful for the rest of my days

As I now retell my story to my every growing adopted family, it helps to remind me what a truly lost soul I had become

Many years have past since that fateful night when I was visited by those three spirits, foretold by my old dead partner Jacob Marley who appeared in ghostly form, bound by many heavy and sturdy chains

That night I refused to believe that it was he, and dismissed his warning, but even so his words troubled my mind so much that I was unable to sleep

I still shudder even now just thinking about that night of revaluation, when the truth of my past life was revealed to me by all three spirits

Each spirit with a different part of my life to transport me into, with the last spirit of the Christmas yet to come, being the spirit I feared the most

Until that night I had no idea how miserly I had become,and what lonesome and miserable life I had encased myself into, by snubbing even my only living relation, which I came to regret later on

My nephew, the only child of my dear sister who died in his birth, in my selfishness I blame him for her death

My biggest regret of my past was allowing my covetousness of money to hard my heart and replace the love of a fine and dear young lady, who I had vowed to love for eternity, it saddens me that I fail to keep that vow

Enough of my wallowing in self-pity, I rejoice in my new life, this second chance I was given

The joy of a full family life and friendship I now have, could never be replace by any amount of gold or silver

God forbid that I should ever revert to that old mean money grasping miser, I would rather be taken from this life, even as happy as I am than become old self again

The reason behind this addition to this famous story

I may have never been a miser, but a sinner. Yes indeed

A wretched sinner in desperate need of salvation, like Scrooge unaware just how hard hearted towards God I had become

As a forgiven sinner, who through God’s grace is “born again “I would rather be taken from this life, even as happy and at peace as I am now, I would prefer death than ever become that old self again!

The Whisperer

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He of the far-off old times, he the deceiver, the spinner of half-truths, and lies

The planter of doubts, the weaver of false stories, the instigator of myths and distractions

He waits in the shadows of himself and cunningly whispers in your ear, sowing the seed of doubt or dissatisfaction – frustration or anger

Fanning the flames of lust or envy, stirring up bitter memories from even long ago

Once he has sowed his seeds he returns often to fuel the fire of rage, to water the creeping vine of doubt, whispering other lies to add weight to his deception

Knowing full well that the more he persistently adds, the more likely he is to succeed in you falling away from the real truth

There were two young men full of hope and joy until the whisper spoke to them

He told the young man, “You will never know true happiness, unless you acquire great riches” then later he whispered “In this dog eat dog world, you must grab all you can, and let no man stand in your way, toss them aside anyone who stands in your destiny of being wealthy”

The second young mane the whisperer said “You are a failure, you have no friends and never will have, for you are to plainly dressed”

Later he whispered, “Go buy yourself fine clothes, and jewelry to adorn yourself with”

He also whispered “You deserve the finest, why wait go steal or cheat what is rightfully yours”

The Whisperer had sowed deep into the hearts of young men, and he fed off them both as the poison sped and they were enticed into darker and darker places

Both doing everything the whisperer had said and they grew hard-hearted and they even despised old friends for getting in their way

But it so happened their old friends were believers and offered a prayer for the two young men, and continued to uplift them in prayer

Until after many struggles both young men rededicated their lives to God, but you can be sure the whisperer will pursue them both even more now than before

Inventing new lies to tell or finding new distractions to entice them with

Be cautious of what you listen or let into your heart lest it deceives you. and you unwittingly feed the beast who will devour you

The Story Teller

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The Story Teller

Gather around for a while and allow me to unfold my story.

A wizened old man sat beneath a huge old tree, this is where he always sat, he was the last of the storytellers.
Nobody knew his name, he was just known as the storyteller, and the tribe which was a mixture of young and old sat eagerly awaiting him to begin speaking.
He looked deeply into the flames of the campfire, as they flickered in a dance-like motion.

“You have come to hear my stories as you have done for many years” he paused, and they all nodded in agreement.
Yet, he continued, “There will come a time in the far-off place when there will be no one to tell these stories, but if there were nobody will care to listen not even children!”
The crowd gasped in disbelief that there could ever be such a time, for it had always been the way of things, everyone from the village would gather around the fire and wait for the storyteller.

The old man stared into the flames of the fire, sighed and spoke again, “The day will come in future days when people will other things that will consume their days in such a way that the telling of stories will be just a vague memory”

“Elders will not even remember the names of any of the stories they may have heard in the past and children will not want to listen or learn such things”
The crowd around the old man were silent in amazement, listening to every word he spoke, but finding it all hard to believe.

“In these dark days he continued, there will be no gatherings as there are here today, no meeting places, nor sharing as this place.
Their minds will become too numbed by other things, they lost the ability to imagine and the desire to speak to each other”
“Such is the power of the forces of evil, which will engulf them in such dismal darkness they will have no way to oppose it strength, my heart is heavy just even thinking of these days.”
“Sadder still is no-one will be aware of the way they have become and neither will they care, for they will be lost without direction or purpose, without joy or hope, without love or compassion, without any belief or one to offer praise too”
The old man stopped speaking and stared back into the fire once again

No one in the crowd spoke, it was if they were holding their breath
The storyteller who had been staring into the flames of the fire for some time now lost in thought, he sighed deeply as if the cares of the world were upon him

Even though the crowd around him had been there since the beginning of the day, they remained silent and still, no one questioned the length of time they had been there
His gaze lifted and he looked at them, I have told you this tale of days to come and you have listened well with much patience.

Although you have not asked, I know you will want to know of this place or how I know of these things
The way of my knowledge as I had been fasting and my spirit drifted up on the wind of time and showed me this strange place as it would be in future times, my spirit sank deeply at the sight of these things to come.

This world I saw was not here my friends, this place unlike anything I have ever seen before, yet I felt great sorrow for those who lived there in those days

My friends may never have known of this place and better if you do not, this world I saw is so far away from this land of ours, a place with no storytellers to be found,

I knew not the name of this place, but somehow I know it once possessed great beauty and a race of people who used to love and care for this place where they lived

Then over time, they became to care more for themselves and gained many possessions and spent much of their time sitting hunched over glaring into strange box-like objects, they had no glimmer of emotion in their eyes

I was glad to leave that place behind but still sad at the thought there was such a place, go now my brothers and never let the flame of desire to listen to stories die lest our world becomes like that place
He arose and turn away walking away from the crowd, who now sighed with relief that where they lived was not the place he had spoken of in the story, the crowd dispersed and made their way back to their homes

Then End

The Day Beyond Tomorrow

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Continuation of the Last Christmas story, and the affect effects on everyone

I recommend you read that story first if you have not done so already

This addition is how life is through the eyes of someone knows only the present life, in this new world there are only two classes, servants and masters (those who stored up wealth and information on what happened so they could acquire their new status 

Based on the illuminati taking over world control

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I don’t know why I am complied to write this, or who I write this for, and I have little time to write

Furthermore I don’t know where I got the skill from as I am one of the many inferior class

We don’t even own the sparse clothing we wear the master provide and they say we were not created to have any skills other than being faithfully servent to our masters, our masters created us servant class to make their lives free from the day to day chores

My identifying tag is IT3005 I am uncertain why I tell you this as I am of little importance or real worth, as I have been frequently told by my master

We are told we were only created by the masters to become slaves for them, but they allowed to become their servants

Perhaps I write and explain things for my own sake, except I have no experience of pleasure, as our masters deemed it unnecessary

We are not allowed to talk except for answering a master question if they chose to lower themselves to talk to us, which is not often most times they just give their orders

We are expected to carry out those orders without question, silently obeying

All of the masters live in huge houses where we are only allowed to enter into when we are summoned to perform some duty and then we swiftly leave and return to the outside sheds

Where we allowed share the space of the sheds with all the other animals, if the masters decide we are too foul smelling to be allowed indoors, we have to bathe in rain water barrels

Regular worship by the masters which we know little of is held in private, we are not even allowed to know where they go, as we are unworthy creatures, we are only required to help them dress in preparation the swiftly leave afterwards

We servants have no understanding of what worship is, as it is only for the masters and therefore they deem that we don’t need to know

We are not even allowed to see our master leaving the house, we are not allowed to know who or what they worship or where they go to

Every servant has to accept our status in life with our masters, without question or complaint as these are punishable crimes

When I am allowed to sleep strange thoughts and images trouble my mind, and sometimes linger on throughout my working day, but as I am always kept busy with little time for trying to make sense of dreams or thoughts

But still these thoughts trouble me so that I find no peace or freedom from them unless I write them down as I do at this moment in secret

For if I am found out my life would surly end, as my master is a harsh man and strict in dealing with servants who get ideas or skills that they deem uneeded

 

 

The Last Christmas

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A distant chiming church clock reminded me this special day was nearly over, even though I had tried to make the most of this one day, by inviting family and friends and homeless people

I couldn’t help feeling an overwhelming sadness building up inside of me, with such strong force it felt as if I would explode

It had been a day of mixed emotions, joyfulness and sadness at thought of what was to come, for it had been decided by the rulers of every country in the world

That religion along with faith was hindering the progress of humankind and so they put into action a plan to remove the desire and passion of religion from everyone in the world

There had been talk of having one worldwide religion, but nobody could agree on which one and the suggestion of the Illuminati was not acceptable to any religions

So it was in secrecy they launched space probes with mind cleansing power, with full intent to keep the general public uninformed about this until the deemed necessary

Only informing Christian in December that this year was to be the last Christmas we would be able to celebrate, after that we would not even a faint memory would remain

The Last Christmas day is almost over, and tears fill my eyes and that sadness grows ever more in strength, not just because of my own faith that will shortly be no more, but also for all people in the world

Who would be going through the same sad experience, with overwhelmingly and destructive power!

I also am feel an overwhelming sadness for all those creative praise song writers of times gone by, as soon there will be no reason for them and no one who will sing them

Also for those who chose to dedicate their whole lives in service to what they believed was the only god, while many other places in the world have believed the same of their god

This day will end with the destruction of all faith, all belief, all of the passion of the ages, all too soon there will be no memory of why all believers even had that unshakable belief in a creator god

Along with all of individual holy books, from which we for so long had drawn comfort joy and direction from the words contained with the pages, which such power over its reads

Yet I still weep even more over many willing gave up their lives or killed others who opposed what was so fervently believed

There lies the reason it was decided to put an end to all religions, regardless how noble or perfect its believers considered it to be, and now I understand the authorities decision was right, and that saddens me too that we humans are capable of such crimes against our fellow man, and yet even I, at times have felt such anger that I too might have lashed out in such a violent way

That many religions have used their utter belief to justify killing other human beings, yes even Christians have been guilty of religious persecution and killing, no group of humans are free of that guilt

Yet I shed bitter tears at the thought of having no memory of my beloved saviour, who became my closet friend throughout my life, my comforter companion, my guide, as he was too many countless others

Now this day comes to an end, as the church clock chimes the final hour, I sit all alone wondering what this new life will contain, knowing all holy books will then forever be relegated to sit on bookshelves gathering dust

Unread, unloved, unneeded, and all their words lost with nobody to read them or study them

My thoughts now turn to contemplative if mankind will live to regret the coming dawn, will those who have already turned against religion have their celebrating cut short by the power of this mind cleansing

To find themselves also effected emptied of any passion or purpose, if not by that device then by the fact they will no longer have others to criticize or convert to their way of thinking

As the last chime strikes, I prayed for the last time, God have mercy on us all in the days to come, even though we leave you and travel into this unknown future without your love and protection

Will I even remember this ending and these words I have wrote, and will I be able to tell reader of a distant future that it was all worth the heartaches, or will no one even care about what all too soon be ancient history

Farewell brothers and sisters with all my heart I hope that all mankind will be reunited the one family of humankind and that we may share a passion for each other, and that we all may live in peace and harmony